Windmills are now for sale
All the children have grown up
The last madmen can only surrender
Winter chose the wrong Spring
And we buy insurance
Put our hearts away in savings accounts
We’re homeopathically reckless
So scared are we of being scared
To come into the world
To once again see the light of day
But this time
Out of one’s own love
To give birth to yourself
To cut all the cords that once were
To simply
Become your own child again
If it is possible to be born again
I will glue back together the lost shards
From yesterday’s windows
And will live only
To become my own survivor
To begin everything again at last
With a brand new body and heart
Without any future, but with no past
To come into the world
To open your eyes and your arms
For every time
To be the first, as long as you will
Give birth to yourself
Everyday, at every moment
To simply
Become your own child once again